Infinite Pro Wrestling — Adrenaline VI: London Heatwave.

[Mav.]

INFINITE PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS:
ADRENALINE VI: LONDON HEATWAVE



LIVE! from The OVO Arena Wembley in London, England.
Sunday, 24th July 2022
7:00 P.M. (GMT) – On The XHF Network.

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“Tonight, I'm gon' be rocking it, dropping it
Shake my ass, no stopping it
I look hot in it, hot in it, I look hot in it
Rocking it, dropping it
Shake my ass, no stopping it
I look hot in it, hot in it, I look hot in it (hot in it, hot in it, hot in it)”

The sounds of ‘Hot in It’ by Tiesto and Charli XCX begin to play as the feed comes to life and pyro erupts along the stage, all of the LCD boards light up with the Adrenaline graphics and as the pyro ends? We’re given a panoramic shot of the entirety of The OVO Arena Wembley in the heart of London, England. The arena is SOLD OUT at a maximum capacity of over ten thousand fans packed inside, on their feet, and chanting.

“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”

As the music continues to play along, the camera feed pans down towards where the commentary table resides at the ringside area, where we’re met with the ever present team of Chloe Hartwell and Dominic Morrissey. A wave from Morrissey and a smile from Hartwell.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first of many Adrenaline supershows for you all—THIS IS LONDON HEATWAVE! And wow, the weather here has been nothing short of fantastic lately, definitely putting the name right with the forty-degree celsius weather that’s been happening here in London!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Unbelievable weather that we’re having here in London—but things don't get hotter than the card that we have for everyone here tonight including the first defense of Cross Recoba’s National Openweight Championship… but first?”

I’M GONNA BE
.…ICONIC!



CHLOE HARTWELL
“...it’s time to get iconic here tonight!”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I thought that we… we just didn’t agree to this?”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“He’s grown on me.”

‘Iconic’ by Simple Plan plays out through the OVO Arena Wembley as the commissioner, Jack Diamond, steps through the curtain to a loud ovation from the London crowd. The Ace of Spades makes his way down to the ring and heads through the ropes, a large smile growing along his face, as Jack reaches into his pocket and pulls out a microphone just as his music faded away.

JACK DIAMOND
“London, it’s an honor to be here tonight amongst all of you—and let me tell you, the name of this show couldn’t be any more truer, this definitely has been a real London Heatwave lately! I hope you’re all going to enjoy this show I’ve produced with my good friend, Jason, because we’ve made sure that tonight is your night– a night where you’re all going to be thoroughly satisfied with every match that takes place inside of this ring!”

There’s a few cheers that are heard throughout The OVO Arena.

JACK DIAMOND
“Though, that’s not what I’m here for tonight. See, the big announcement that came out of the last show was the announcement of the Royal Crown Rumble — a match where a very special briefcase is on the line and can be used to cash in at any time and any place for a chance to challenge for any championship within Infinite Pro Wrestling. And there’s been a lot of people asking me who’s going to be involved, who’s going to dip their toes in and see if they can have a shot at the big prize in store for the winner. Well, we’re already aware of four combatants heading into that match and they’ll be competing here tonight in our opening tag match. But, for the rest of the field?”

Jack pauses.

JACK DIAMOND
“I’ve had my eye on a few that seemed to have impressed me as of late—and all of the names that I’ll call out right now? I can confirm that they will be in the Royal Crown Rumble match. First up, we have Mehrunes Smith. Mehrunes has been impressing me very much ever since he first showed up at First Contact and he’s been very vocal about achieving something big here, so why not throw him into the wolves and see how he goes. Next up, we have the three combatants that looked to do some damage to one another a couple of weeks ago but due to some issues that match never took place. Jules King, Aaron Asphyxia, and Savannah Sunshine will all be in the Royal Crown Rumble. And let’s give all of you a little teaser—and a bit of a redemption for that match being canceled because at Adrenaline Seven? It will be Aaron Asphyxia taking on Savannah Sunshine!”

The crowd cheers loudly in excitement for the match announcement.

JACK DIAMOND
“I think that’s all that I can announce for you tonight so let’s get the show rocking and let’s get hyped for Night of Champions and Royal Crown! Thank you, London!”

‘Iconic’ begins to play out once again as Jack Diamond soon exits the ring, heading back up the ramp as we cut back to the commentary table.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Well, would you look at that!”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Amongst the four that we knew heading into the rumble—we now have four more confirmed! Aaron Asphyxia, Mehrunes Smith, Savannah Sunshine, and Jules King! The Royal Crown Rumble is looking absolutely stacked right now—can you imagine what could be running through the head of the champion and her two challengers?”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“The thought of being cashed in on must be damning but if there’s one thing that they have, it’s zero fear. And that’s exactly what they’ll show at Night of Champions as well! MYOJIN and Ana Somnia do battle on a massive stage like what they’re on! It’s going to be amazing! But let’s focus on the present—and let’s move onto that tag team match to begin the night!”

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CASEY KINCAID
“The following contest is a Tag Team Match set for one fall!”



The lights in the arena go down as 'Trouble's Coming' begins to play out through the aforementioned speakers. Alternating blue, white, and pink spotlights flash on the entrance ramp, and we get quick flickers of opponents being dropped on their heads and getting dropped by strikes interspersed with flickers of beer cans opening;

Liz breaks from the smoke as the chorus starts, throwing both middle fingers up in the air before letting out a joyous scream with the crowd. She reaches into her jacket pockets and throws a few beers to crowd members before cracking one herself and taking a massive swig, and hurling it at the ground. She leaps forward and knee-slides toward the ring, before rolling through.

CASEY KINCAID
“INTRODUCING FIRST! From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at one hundred and fifty-five pounds! She is THE BRRRRRRICK SHIT-HOUSE!...LIZ...KAAAAAAAARLSON!!!”

Karlson plays up the introduction as it plays out, before getting to her name and pointing a finger at her face, screaming 'That's me! That's fucking me!' to the nearest camera.



CASEY KINCAID
“Aaaaand her TAG TEAM PARTNER! From Chicago, Illinois! Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-one pounds! The BLOOD! SPORT! KING! TOMMYYYYYYYYYY HAAAAAATE!!!”

Tommy is all business as he walks towards the ring, scowl etched on his face. He pays Karlson and the audience no mind as he rolls under the ropes. Turning his attention to the entrance ramp, venomously waiting on his opponents.



"Power" blares from the PA system as the crowd gets hyped up. Smoke billows in from the back and travels to the ring. Random people come from the back and line up on the ramp as a throne ascends from a trapdoor. The throne is dark but as soon as the people stand at attention spotlights shine on the throne with Aren sitting in position showing he's bored. He pushes off the throne and begins to make his way to the ring. He steps onto the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle and surveys the arena before settling on Karlson and Hate. He looks at the crowd once more and lifts his arms to his side taking in the energy of the people. He jumps from the turnbuckle and points at his throne. Which falls back into the trapdoor as flame pyro shoots from around it. Aren stays at his corner, staring down the opposing team.

CASEY KINCAID
“And, their opponents! Introducing first! Los Angeles, California and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds! AREN! “MONARCH”! MSTISLAAAAAAAAV!!!!”



CASEY KINCAID
“And his partner! From Kilkenny, Ireland! Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds! Mr. A-MAZING! STEFAAAAAN MCCAAAAIIIIN!!!!!”

Walking out with an arrogant smirk, McCain ignores the jeers from the crowd and the disdain from everyone in the ring, his partner included. He slides into the ring and raises his arms to another chorus of boos.



MATCH ONE — ROYAL CROWN RUMBLE PREVIEW
AREN MSTISLAV and STEFAN McCAIN vs TOMMY HATE and LIZ KARLSON

AREN and STEFAN had words among themselves over who would begin the match, Stefan cockily making himself the starting competitor and taking a step forward, only to be met with TOMMY HATE starting things for his team. Stefan slinks back to his corner and tags in Aren, who enters the ring with annoyance. Despite this, Stefan mockingly waves at Hate from the safety behind the ropes.

The bell rings and Aren and Hate immediately start TRADING PUNCHES with Aren getting the upper hand in the exchange by backing Hate into his corner. Hate weathers the blows and continues striking in return but a sudden tag made by LIZ KARLSON stops the exchange.

Aren backs off as Liz jumps the ropes and charges at him, ducking under a clothesline and dropping Aren with a JUMPING KNEE on the rebound! She hits a DROPKICK as Aren tries to recover before running towards the ropes again, however she is struck by a KICK TO THE BACK courtesy of Stefan McCain from the apron. Liz clutches her back in pain and stumbles forward, giving Aren enough time to recover and hit a BIG BOOT to halt Liz in her tracks.

Now back in control, Mstislav picks Liz back up before sending her crashing back to the mat with a SUPLEX. He delivers a few stomps before deciding to try and put the match away early, moving to the corner and crouching down, begging Liz to stumble back to her feet. She obliges and Aren shoots from the corner to hit KINGS CO- NO! Liz gracefully leaps over the charging Aren, sending him crashing shoulder first into the opposite corner. He comes out clutching his shoulder in pain but is suddenly slapped on the back. Not by his opponent however, but by STEFAN who tags himself in.

Aren glares at his partner who pays him no mind. Instead, Stefan arrogantly smiles as he charges towards Liz, still recovering, and hitting her in the back of the head with an ENZIGURI. Popping back up to outstretch his arms and soak up the "adulation" of the fans. He plants a foot on Liz's chest and poses.

ONE!-

KICKOUT!

Liz kicks out emphatically, enough to set McCain off-balance while she leaps to her feet and sends him flying with a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! As Stefan crashes headfirst into the mat, Liz makes a reluctant tag to TOMMY HATE. At seeing this, Stefan's eyes widen, he scrambles on the floor towards his corner as Hate hastily enters. Only narrowly does Stefan make it to his corner and tag in Aren, who likely would have left him to Hate were it not for the fact he wanted to win.

Yet again, Aren and Hate begin a STRIKE EXCHANGE. Levelling each other with punches and knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. McCain drops off the apron, for a second seeming like he's about to abandon his partner, instead he drops down and disappears partially under the ring. LIZ KARLSON begins yelling from her side of the apron towards the referee - who walks over to try and stifle her anger, warning her when she threatens to enter the ring.

As this happens, Hate gets the better of the exchange. Nailing Aren with a vicious SPINEBUSTER! Hate, now firmly in control, begins setting up to put Aren away but suddenly

CHAIR SHOT!

Stefan, all in one quick motion, re-enters the ring with a steel chair and blasts Hate square in the skull, dropping him from the sudden and vicious swing. The referee, distracted by Karlson, only turns in time to see Stefan roll out the other side of the ring, sliding the chair back under the apron out of the referee's vision. Karlson, now incensed, runs along the apron and SOCCER KICKS Stefan right in the face as he gets to his feet!

Aren, coming to his senses and seeing Hate laid out with an already forming bruise on his head, drags and drapes his arm over Tommy's chest, the referee slides in to make the count.

ONE!

Liz turns to see this and grabs on to the top rope, pulling back and using it to launch herself atop the rope for a springboard to break up the pin.

TWO!

SPRINGBOARD!

DENIED!

With admittedly impressive athleticism, Stefan jumps right onto the apron beside Liz and SWIPES at her legs, sending her crashing stomach first onto the top rope and down to the floor.

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

As the bell rings, Aren rolls off Hate and lets his breathing settle. Meanwhile, Stefan begins jumping up and down outside, thrusting his arms up and yelling like he'd just won the World Championship. The boos from the audience are palpable, as are the looks of disdain towards Stefan from both Liz Karlson and Aren Mstislav.

CASEY KINCAID
“Here are your winners… AREN MSTISLAV AND STEFAN MCCAIN!!!”

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The feed returns from a commercial break and finds us backstage with ‘The Queen of Candyland’ herself, Savannah Sunshine! There’s a bit more of a brightness to her than usually seen before as she turned to the camera with a brightened smile and a quick wave to the viewers.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE
“Been a while, huh. I felt a little bit bad not being able to make it to London a few weeks back because of some travel issues but I’m here! Finally! And for a good reason too considering what’s been announced already tonight. The Royal Crown Rumble. That’s gotta be something sweet to win, I just know it. A chance to be able to change the game here in Infinite Pro Wrestling sounds like something that I know I’ll want so badly—which is why I am prepared. I am zoned in on everyone heading into that match.”

Her bubbly smile slowly fades away and her glare into the camera becomes more colder.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE
“I’m sure a lot of people are going to be looking over me—and that’s fine, I’m used to that. That’s what the next few weeks are here to prove for me, to show that I can hang with the rest of everyone here, and to show that I can and will become a true contender to any of the championships here in Infinite Pro Wrestling. I know Ana, I know MYOJIN, they’re good inside of that ring and I’m going to be keeping a keen eye on their match soon. As for the main event tonight? I’ll also be keeping an eye on that too. If I win that briefcase? It’s on sight for everyone with a title, doesn’t matter who it’ll be.”

A slight smirk grew along her lips.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE
“As for a few weeks from now? Me and Aaron are going to tear the house down—like we should’ve done beforehand. And I’ll make sure it’ll live up to the hype. That’s what I do. Keep your eyes peeled, gonna get a few wins, then a shiny briefcase, and then a new shiny title soon enough. I’ll keep that promise alive for as long as I can.”

Those final words brought a smile out of Savannah as she walked out of the shot and we find ourselves heading back to the feed inside of the arena.

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The opening of the Big Sean’s “Wolves” hits the pa system and El Rey strolls onto the stage wearing the mask he stole off of the head of El Combatiente. He looks around soaking up there surroundings before ripping the mask off of his head and revealing his cocky smirk he inherited from his father. He strolls down the ramp ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans until he reaches the ring. At ringside he leaps up onto the apron and then over the ropes and spins around in the ring with his arms outstretched. He spins around a couple times and then moves to the corner waiting for the match to begin.

CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first, weighing in at 180lbs, from Atlanta, Georgia…Ellllll Rrrrrreeeeyyy!”

'Impermanence' by the Architects hits the sound system as Gavin Drake emerges from behind the curtain with a look of disdain and hunger as he stares at El Rey, as he marches to the ring ready to fight.

CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent, weighing in at 253lbs, from London, England, ‘The Blood of Kings’ Gaviiiiiiin Draaaaaaake!”



MATCH TWO
EL REY vs GAVIN DRAKE

The two men stand in the respective corners as they await the bell. Sure enough as soon as it rings, both men begin to make their way towards each other, slowly circling. DRAKE reaches out for a lock up, and EL REY abides. The two begin to struggle for a moment, trying to outpower each other. GAVIN DRAKE has the height and size advantage, and he whips EL REY off the ropes with authority. EL REY bounces back at high speed and on the return DRAKE scoops him up for a huge POWERSLAM! As soon as he hits it, GAVIN is back to his feet, bouncing off the ropes before coming back with a slow ELBOW DROP to the face of EL REY!

EL REY rolls to the apron, clutching his face, quickly checking over his face, to ensure the beautiful mug is okay. EL REY uses the ropes for protection as the referee tries to keep GAVIN DRAKE away. This time as DRAKE comes over screaming at the referee to back off EL REY reaches up and pulls GAVIN DRAKE down causing him to smash his face into the turnbuckle! GAVIN staggers backwards as EL REY presses the advantage, he jumps up onto the second rope, before diving off with a huge CROSSBODY-but! GAVIN DRAKE catches him!!! He parades around the ring for a moment, before hoisting EL REY onto his shoulder, and he spins..

Going for the REIGNMAKER!!!

Before he can hit it though, EL REY repositions himself and reverses it into a huge elevated E-RAY VARIATION 1!!! After both men hit the mat, EL REY scrambles to hook the leg from the top of GAVIN DRAKE, using his legs to pin the shoulders, the ref goes for the count..

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!!

GAVIN DRAKE kicks out with authority, causing EL REY to lose his grip. As both men scramble to their feet, DRAKE locks onto EL REY and ALMOST TAKES HIS HEAD OFF WITH A HUGE LARIAT!!!

DRAKE stands in the corner having nearly taken EL REY ‘s head off, looking down at EL REY with a snarl. GAVIN rolls and cracks his neck as he turns to scope out EL REY who is trying to crawl to the ropes opposite, as he pulls himself to his feet, DRAKE storms across the ring going for the SPEAR but EL REY leaps so high into the air, and then comes down with a DOUBLE FOOT STOMP on the head of GAVIN DRAKE midway through his spear!!!

The crowd are chanting wildly as EL REY tries to get his bearings after that hell of a shot he took from GAVIN DRAKE before pulling out a miraculous counter in the nick of time. Meanwhile DRAKE is breathing heavily into the mat, as he slowly inches towards the ropes. Now it is EL REY’s turn to press the advantage, he stalks GAVIN DRAKE as he slowly makes his way back to his feet and as soon as he does, EL REY grabs the arms and hits DRAKE with the XED OUT!!!

BUT DAKE ROLLS THROUGH!

He’s right to his feet and as EL REY gets back to his feet he’s met by the sickening smack of a CLAYMORE!!!

GAVIN DRAKE scrambles across the ring, as he hooks the legs to go for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NO!!!

EL REY manages to kick out just in time, lifting his shoulder off the mat juuuust enough to count as a break. DRAKE isn’t best pleased and starts to rain down elbows to the face of EL REY. The former X*Crown Champion seems to take offence to the constant shots to the face, and manages to catch one of DRAKE ‘s arms, going for a TRIANGLE CHOKE and it seems to be doing the job as GAVIN falls to a knee, but just as it looks like he may pass out DRAKE beings to show life, clenching his arms, and slowly lifting EL REY into the air, with the trapped arm. EL REY is shaking his head wildly before.

With a huge feat of strength DRAKE slams EL REY to the ground with the SECOND IMPACT!

Both men collapse to the floor, EL REY from the impact and GAVIN DRAKE from the effects of the triangle choke. The referee steps in and begins the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Both men are starting to show signs of life as they each head to the ropes to help them to their feet.

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Just before the referee hits eight both men are on their feet, but as GAVIN DRAKE looks to square up for a slugfest, EL REY hits the ropes and comes back with a SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! It knocks DRAKE down, and EL REY is on him instantly, setting him up, and stepping into the middle of the ring.

SOCIETY KILLER!!!~~

EL REY rolls DRAKE over with his legs, and the referee slides in to make the pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

CASEY KINCAID
Here is your winner…..ELLLLLLLLLLL RRRRRRRRRREEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

The London crowd rains down boo's on EL REY, who stands in the middle of the ring, smugly soaking them all in.

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The camera shows us a fairly standard English pub. A few folks are quietly drinking as the barman cleans glasses, his eyes focused on the TV up in the corner, which silently happens to be showing IPW.

BARTENDER
"'ere Johnny, ain't that that IPW place what you wrestle for?"

He turns to face the man he's addressing, none other than, indeed, IPW's own Johnny Five. Johnny shrugs.

FIVE
"I mean, I guess. They haven't booked me the past couple of shows. It's not that I mind making my downside guarantee to do nothing, but I wanna get in there and mix it up, you know? If only there was some way to get the boss' attention..."

???
"I might have an idea about that."

Johnny and the bartender both look at the conversation's new arrival, a masked and suited figure all in white.

BARTENDER
"'ere, ain't you that King Submaxiswear fella what been bossin' around the Esoteric Order of Driving in CAR?"

SUBMAXISWEAR
"Indeed I am, my fine barkeep! A round of ales for the house!"

The patrons cheer and the bartender begins to pour as Submaxiswear settles in beside Johnny.

FIVE
"If you're wanting me to drive, I should let you know my license is suspended because of a little hotboxing incident."

SUBMAXISWEAR
"Oh I'm not here to bring you to CAR, Johnny, I'm here to help rejuvenate your IPW career. If you want to get booked more consistently, you need to get Jason Long's attention. Now, what do you think might do that?"

FIVE
"Shitposting about Vince McMahon on Twitter?"

SUBMAXISWEAR
"...We'll keep that as Plan B. No Johnny, what you need to do is take care of a problem for him. You need to show him that you mean business by removing the biggest thorn in his side."

FIVE
"You mean?"

SUBMAXISWEAR
"Yes Johnny, you need to do something about the Jamrockers..."

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VICTORY XI
THE UPSIDE DOWN

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The camera feed returns from a commercial break and we’re met with the backstage interviewer, Luis De León, standing by with a microphone in hand and a smile resting along his face.

LUIS DE LEÓN
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time… The God of Xtreme… SPIKE KANE!”

There’s a loud ovation from the crowd watching the screens as Spike Kane walks into the shot, dressed in the most casual wear you could ever find on Spike, and a deep expressionless look resting on his face.

LUIS DE LEÓN
“Spike, a lot has happened lately between yourself and The Jamrockers—first, it was in the Tag Team Clusterfuck Gauntlet and then it was in your match with Alastor Touchdown where you were cheated out of the win–”

Spike raises a finger up.

SPIKE KANE
“Say that again and specify this time.”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“You were cheated out of a chance to be in tonight’s main event with Cross Recoba due to Jimi Cooldown’s interference and involvement with the match that you had with Alastor Touchdown a few weeks ago.”

SPIKE KANE
“Cheated… robbed… ‘done dirty’ as the kids say nowadays… The fact of the matter remains very simple and that’s the fact that I could’ve – no, should’ve – been in the main event for tonight’s show against Cross Recoba. I could’ve done what I needed to do, head into tonight’s event, and possibly have won myself a championship here in Infinite Pro Wrestling. Set the Chaos Theory on the right path here once again after the embarrassment of what went down at First Contact—but Jimi Cooldown just had to get right in the way of things now, didn’t he? The Jamrockers just had to do their new ‘bit’ and cost me a chance at capturing something here. But that’s fine, I can wait and see who wins tonight. Then get my fair shot—the shot I should’ve been given.”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“Though, it seems that there’s someone else looking to make a challenge for the National Openweight Championship as well. To which, I’m sure, you might know about that.”

There’s a moment of silence from Spike as he lowers his head, giving himself a moment as he sighed before bringing his head back up to glance at Luis De León.

SPIKE KANE
“Yeah… El Rey… I know—”

??
“And make sure you don’t forget that, Spikey-poo.”

From right behind De León came the man himself, El Rey, and a large smile resting along his face. The young star brought an arm around De León’s neck and brought him in close.

EL REY
“At least this man had the courage to admit to you that there’s already someone that called his shot, there’s already been someone that took the jump before you even got ‘cheated’ and you were ‘robbed’ of whatever there was to have tonight. But I’ll hand it to you, Spike, you’re a good dude. So maybe, when I win the National Openweight Championship, I’ll give you first dibs at the title. A fair shot, like what you wanted!”

Spike sucked on his teeth, holding back frustrations, as he stepped closer toward El Rey.

SPIKE KANE
“I’m surprised you even could get a shot at the title when you’ve been doing nothing but hanging around the bottom of the card whilst I’ve been at the peak, main event and everything, and actually being given a chance at a title… not demanding respect or anything like that. So, if you’re going to think you’re getting ‘dibs’ before me? Think again, I’ll happily kick your head off cleanly and send you into a fuckin’ grave with my dead beat brother for all I care.”

EL REY
“There’s the Spike Kane that I’ve heard so much about. That’s what we want to see! And you know what? I like the sound of the thought of you thinking you could kick my head off—though recent events have shown you can’t even do that, unless it’s been in a damned octagon. There’s four sides to that squared circle, Spike, and I’ll beat you around all four sides of it. In a few weeks, let’s see who can really step up and take the next challenge then, eh? Like the sound of that idea?”

A slight smirk grew along the lips of Spike Kane.

SPIKE KANE
“I don’t just like it—I fuckin’ endorse the idea. You’re on.”

Spike walks out of the shot, nudging shoulders with El Rey, and almost pushing him and De León onto the floor—which then, brings us back to the ringside area for the next match.

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CASEY KINCAID
“The following contest is set under BRITISH ROUND RULES! This match will go for three minute individual six rounds, a best of three score is needed—if there is no decisive winner within those six rounds, there’ll be a seventh round where there’s no time-limit and will not end until there’s a pinfall or a submission. Introducing first…”



Are you ready?

The lights dim down while the catchy, fast paced rock of RAINBOWS by A9 echoes as a spotlight suddenly appears on a figure on the ramp, with his back turned and begins kneeling. Once the beat finally kicks in, MYOJIN explodes with energy- wearing a masquerade-style mask over his eyes, and turns around with a confident smile on his face, raising his arms to soak in the positive reaction from everyone around.

With his blonde locks hanging over his face. He then whips his head back, flipping his hair out of his face before excitedly running down the ring before performing a cartwheel and a jump, landing on his feet near ringside!

CASEY KINCAID
“Wrestling out of Namba, Osaka, Japan and weighing in tonight at one hundred and sixty-five pounds… THEY ARE THE SHINING STAR!... MYYYYOOOOJIIIIINNNNNN!!!”

He climbs up to the apron, grabs a hold of the top rope, and slingshots himself into the ring. MYOJIN performs a somersault roll, landing on his side with a hand on his hip. The other, taking off his mask to reveal his piercing blue eye contacts. He tosses it aside nonchalantly before climbing up the top turnbuckle, tilting his head upward as if he’s looking toward the sky- while the lights mimic stars above. He backflips off, back onto his feet while taking off his flamboyant coat and moving to his corner. The lights go back to normal as he checks his wrist tape. His charismatic smile fading to a more focused expression as he paces back and forth, ready for action.

CASEY KINCAID
“And their opponent…”

The house lights in the building dim. A video plays on the screen. Mehrunes Smith is seen entering his locker room. He places his bag on the bench and begins digging through it. The shot changes and we see Smith pulling on his ring jacket. The shot changes again as Smith pulls the laces on his boots tight. The shot cuts again and we see Smith sitting on the floor in between two rows of lockers.

MEHRUNES SMITH
"Bit of advice my old man told me: "Life's a lot like playin' dice, you gotta watch who ya roll with". There's truth to that, there's value to that. But me? I see life more like a toaster. There's no point without bread, and what I'm about to do?"



"Is get that fucking BREAD!"



Steel drums kick in and the first notes of GAZZILLION EAR blare through the speaker.

VILLIAN MAN NEVER RAN WITH KRILLS IN HIS HAND AND
WON'T STOP ROCKIN' TIL HE CLOCKED IN A GAZZILION GRAND
TILLIN' THE WASTELAND SANDS

As the opening chorus kicks off, MEHRUNES SMITH displays across the scenes. The crowd roar and rise to their feet as The Infinite One struts his way out onto centre stage under a turquoise spotlight. He turns on the spot a full 360 with arms outstretched. He takes in the reaction from the crowd with a smile on his face. Smith then begins walking and talking on his way down to the ring. Arms reach out just for a chance to touch him, people scream his name, Smith points and flashes smiles in response.

CHIP ON HIS SHOULD WITH A SLIP ON HOLSTER
A CLIP, A FOLDER AND GRIP ON A BOULDER BOLSTER
THEY SUPPOSED 'TA KNOW
IT SHOW WHEN HIS AURA GLOW

Smith climbs onto the apron and walks the whole length of the ring to the opposite post, which he then climbs and poses with one arm high in the air. He throws his head back as he takes in the reaction from the people. After a moment on the corner, he climbs down to the apron and steps between the ropes. Smith walks across the ring and climbs the far corner where he poses in a similar fashion. After a moment spent in the corner, he removes his vest while standing on the middle rope and climbs down.

CASEY KINCAID
“Wrestling out of his seasonal residence in Paris, France and weighing in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds… HE IS THE INFINITE ONE!... MEHHHHHHRUUUUNNNEESSSSS SMIIIIIIITHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

MYOJIN and Mehrunes Smith both come closer to one another in the middle of the ring as the two lock eyes with one another—both aware of how much could be at stake within this match—and the referee makes sure that the two shook hands with one another to share a code of honour before things got settled with the XHF Network’s first ever British Round Rules match.



MATCH THREE — BRITISH ROUND RULES MATCH
MEHRUNES SMITH vs MYOJIN

DING!
FIRST ROUND — MYOJIN [00] vs MEHRUNES SMITH [00]

As the opening bell sounds, both MYOJIN and Mehrunes Smith come slowly out of their corners and looking to see how either of them could gain an early advantage against the other, Mehrunes choosing to lock hands with The Shining Star—but Mehrunes comes behind MYOJIN and brings him down with a GERMAN SUPLEX that almost sends the number one contender to the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship across the ring! However, MYOJIN rolled up and back onto their feet right away, countering a KNIFE EDGE CHOP attempt from Mehrunes and delivering his own GERMAN SUPLEX! MYOJIN struck Mehrunes down to his hands and knees with the Suplex and was already seeking a capitalisation – 720° KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF SMITH! Nobody home however! Mehrunes moved out of the way in time before MYOJIN could land that kick to the head, bringing himself to his feet and grabbing onto MYOJIN—BACKDROP DRIVER! Mehrunes dropped MYOJIN right down onto their head and the referee checked up on MYOJIN to see if they could continue.

Mehrunes was arrogant as ever, relaxing along the ropes to give off that PARISIAN HEAT, as MYOJIN finds their footing once again and brings themselves back onto their feet, rolling their neck as they looked to Mehrunes before the two charged into one another– Mehrunes leaps into the air to catch MYOJIN with a JUMPING KNEE STRIKE but MYOJIN slid right underneath with a Baseball Slide and leaped back onto their feet—QUESTION MARK KICK TO THE HEAD! MYOJIN rocked Mehrunes enough to see him stumble a bit before The Shining Star landed a THRUST KICK TO THE JAW OF SMITH! Mehrunes stumbled back into the ropes, bouncing right off of them and running in to catch MYOJIN with the ROLLING ELBOW TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! The shot brought MYOJIN down to one knee as Mehrunes adjusted his posture and ran the ropes, rebounding and taking down MYOJIN with a SLIDING LARIAT—CRUCIFIX PIN ON MEHRUNES!

ONE!

TW—

DING!

MYOJIN releases the hold and the two competitors bring each other to their feet, bringing themselves into the corner as they sit through the twenty second individual, waiting for the bell to ring so they could go onto the offence once again.

DING!
SECOND ROUND — MYOJIN [00] vs MEHRUNES SMITH [00]

Once the bell rung again, MYOJIN and Mehrunes weren’t going to wait around and MYOJIN went right for the RIDER KICK early on, pushing Mehrunes back into the corner once again but he comes charging out of the corner with a FLYING FOREARM STRIKE FOLLOWED UP WITH THE PICTURE PERFECT KIP-UP! The swagger was on full display right now as Mehrunes strutted around the ring, awaiting for MYOJIN to get to their feet, but Mehrunes was swept off of his feet with a LEG SWEEP by MYOJIN! The Shining Star kipped up back onto their feet and did some taunting of their own, strutting around and giving a wave to the grounded Mehrunes Smith—who, rightfully so, was pissed off at the face that MYOJIN would even try to do such a thing—and that allowed Mehrunes to take advantage with a DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN before going in with the FOREARM STRIKES TO THE HEAD! Mehrunes was bringing the fire to MYOJIN with the ground and pound tactic and it was working within his favour, able to keep MYOJIN down long enough as he brought himself back onto his feet and surveyed the damage caused onto his opponent.

MYOJIN was slowly bringing themselves back onto their feet and Mehrunes scouted The Prince of the Constellations—though, clearly not enough as MYOJIN ducked a SUPERKICK attempt and landed a THRUST KICK TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL OF MEHRUNES! Clearly, they weren’t done there as they reached around with the leg and landed a gnarly HOOK KICK ONTO THE JAW which rocked Mehrunes enough to bring him into the corner and MYOJIN saw the opportunity opened up wide for them to strike again, heading into the opposite corner and charging in!

COMET DUST ELBOW!
( Corner Handspring Backflip Elbow Smash. )

And with under a minute to go, MYOJIN is looking to try and gain their first point of the match—THRUST KICK RIGHT ONTO THE JAW OF MEHRUNES! The Infinite One is shaken up completely, legs are wobbling a bit as MYOJIN fires off a second THRUST KICK RIGHT ONTO THE JAW OF MEHRUNES! And that gives MYOJIN the chance to come back into this match with full force behind them, going for the QUASEDORA FACEBUSTER—but Mehrunes holds onto MYOJIN and grabs him into the Half Nelson hold—BRIDGING HALF AND HALF SUPLEX DROPPING MYOJIN DOWN ONTO THEIR NECK! Mehurnes tried to bridge enough for the pin but it was loose and fell apart, just before the bell rang to end the second round.

DING!

The two combatants lay down onto the mat as the referee gives them their twenty second heads up that they’ll be starting the third round, but neither of the two seemed too quick to get to their feet, they’re breathing very heavily and almost lifeless—but they’re able to make it to their feet, Mehrunes is the first up and ready to go but MYOJIN seems to struggle for a good bit, still not back to their feet as the bell rings again.

DING!
THIRD ROUND — MYOJIN [00] vs MEHRUNES SMITH [00]

MYOJIN is almost up to their feet but with the bell rung? It’s given Mehrunes the time to strike at the perfect opportunity, charging in and landing a STIFFENED KNEE STRIKE TO THE HEAD OF MYOJIN! And that knee rocked them pretty good! Mehrunes was ready to put the exclamation point on MYOJIN very quickly as he lifted The Shining Star into position for THE END—but MYOJIN landed on the feet from the flip! QUESTION MARK KICK TO THE SEATED MEHRUNES! And MYOJIN swiftly followed up with the SWITCHBLADE KICK TO THE BACK OF THE NECK OF MEHRUNES! MYOJIN wasn’t going to stop the momentum there, however, as they ran right into the ropes for the…

RAINBOW STAR PRESS!
( Handspring Moonsault. )

MYOJIN popped right back onto their feet after the Moonsault and ran forward, flipping into a STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO MEHRUNES and into the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—

KICKOUT!

The crowd cannot believe that MYOJIN didn’t gain a point from that, they were sure that there’d be a fall already by now, but Mehrunes is damned to remain fighting through everything to make sure The Shining Star would not make it far. MYOJIN brought Mehrunes back up onto his feet, but Mehrunes lifted MYOJIN up onto his shoulders!

THE END!
( Inverted Fireman’s Carry dropped into a Piledriver. )

Mehrunes might’ve picked up a buzzer beater finish—but he’s not going for the cover, he drops down onto the mat and just lays there! The two are exhausted, the quick toll of the match has settled in and they’re barely able to move at all, but with only thirty second left into the third round, Mehrunes begins to stir and tries picking himself up. The Infinite One isn’t aware that MYOJIN is still down on the mat—and then he does! Mehrunes goes for the cover on MYOJIN!

DING!

But he was too late! MYOJIN was just saved by the bell and they’re unaware of what’s even happening right now—he’s completely out of it after being dropped on the top of his head from Mehrunes’ finisher. Mehrunes is able to pick himself up but MYOJIN isn’t, they’re not able to even pick themselves up or barely even move! The referee has no choice but to continue on after the twenty second interval expires.

DING!
FOURTH ROUND — MYOJIN [00] vs MEHRUNES SMITH [00]

The fans inside of the OVO Arena Wembley are aware of what might be coming—and their nightmares came true!

HEEL HOOK!

The infamous HEEL HOOK that was made famous by Scott Fargo, handed down onto Mehrunes Smith—and MYOJIN is trying to fight free from the hold, they’re doing everything in desperation to get their foot freed from the hook—but it’s too much! MYOJIN taps out to the Heel Hook! Mehrunes has scored the first point of the match!

DING!

CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and gentlemen… in the fourth round, Mehrunes Smith has scored the first point of the match via Submission!”

Mehrunes is as cocky as he can be after finally getting The Shining Star to tap out to the Heel Hook, showing off more of that PARISIAN HEAT as MYOJIN is being helped back to their feet by the referee and given extra time to recover past the twenty second interval. The referee checked on MYOJIN once more to see if he could continue and they shook their head. The Technical Aristocrat stomped their foot down onto the mat to wake it back up, shaking off the torque that Mehrunes put it through within the Heel Hook—and then the bell rang for the fifth round to start.

DING!
FIFTH ROUND — MYOJIN [00] vs MEHRUNES SMITH [01]

The fifth round begins as the two look to head into the centre of the ring—

LOVE, FROM OSAKA!
( Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick. )

That kick absolutely rocked the lights out from Mehrunes and MYOJIN went right to work with the SHOOT KICKS TO THE CHEST, just hammering away at Mehrunes’ chest as they’ve pushed Mehrunes back into the corner—and a huge ROPE AIDED GAMENGIRI TO MEHRUNES just brought him stumbling out of the corner as MYOJIN grabs onto the leg of Mehrunes—

CHŌSHINSEI-GATAME!
( Calf Slicer. )

MYOJIN has Mehrunes trapped in the middle of the ring and not even a minute has passed! Mehrunes is in deep trouble as he tries to desperately make it to the ropes, he’s doing everything in his power to scratch and claw his way over to the ropes—but MYOJIN bridges the body up higher and twists Mehrunes in an unimaginable way– he’s got no choice but to tap out!

DING!

CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and gentlemen… in the fifth round, MYOJIN has scored the first point of the match via Submission!”

The referee forces MYOJIN to release the hold as he holds onto Mehrunes for a couple of more seconds longer than they needed to be, and the damage had clearly been done onto the legs of Mehrunes as both competitors were brought back to their feet—Mehrunes was looking worse for wear, barely able to stand on the leg that was trapped within that CALF SLICER submission.

DING!
SIXTH ROUND — MYOJIN [01] vs MEHRUNES SMITH [01]

With the sixth round beginning, MYOJIN looks to attack the same way that Mehrunes started the fourth round—SPEAR FROM MEHRUNES JUST TOOK DOWN MYOJIN! An out of nowhere Spear might’ve just opened up the opportunity for him to take this round as he mounts himself on top of MYOJIN and begins a SERIES OF GROUND AND POUND FOREARMS TO THE BACK OF THE NECK! Mehrunes is just violently attacking MYOJIN—going for a knockout finish in the final round and now grabbing onto the head of The Technical Aristocrat and locking in a BAR ARM SLEEPER in the middle of the ring! Mehrunes has one arm trapped in the submission and MYOJIN’s free arm can’t reach the ropes! They can’t reach the ropes but they’re doing everything in their power to scratch and claw their way over!

MEHRUNES SMITH
“TAP YOU SONUVABITCH! YOU AIN’T SHIT! THAT SHOT SHOULD BE MINE! I SHOULD BE HEADING TO NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS! NOT YOUR BITCH ASS!”

Mehrunes is proving to be the WORLD’S BIGGEST HATER as he continues to trash talk MYOJIN in the submission—but he breaks the submission to land some CRUCIFIX ELBOWS DOWN ONTO THE NECK AND HEAD AREA OF MYOJIN! Mehrunes is showing why he’s called The End for a reason and just attacking MYOJIN with everything that he’s got left in the arsenal! But with less than a minute to go within the final round, he has to make or break to gain a final point as he brings MYOJIN to their knees—

INNSMOUTH!
( Shining Wizard transitioned into a Triangle Choke. )

The submission is locked in tight! MYOJIN is trapped in the middle of the ring and Mehrunes, like an octopus, has just wrapped everything he can around MYOJIN’s head! There’s only mere seconds left of the round and Mehrunes is trying to tighten the submission—now landing some TWELVE TO SIX ELBOWS TO THE TOP OF MYOJIN’S HEAD—as he attempts to put an exclamation point on MYOJIN here tonight and…

DING!

…it’s over! MYOJIN and Mehrunes have both survived six rounds of hell against one another and there’ll have to be a seventh round! Mehrunes finally releases the hold on MYOJIN and both combatants are brought to their feet as Casey Kincaid makes the announcement.

CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and gentlemen… with the scores being at one a piece, both MYOJIN and Mehrunes Smith will battle in a deciding seventh round where anything goes and no time limit!”

With both competitors ready within their corners, the bell is rung for the final time signalling the seventh round to begin.

DING!
SEVENTH ROUND | NO TIME LIMIT — MYOJIN [01] vs MEHRUNES SMITH [01]

Mehrunes adjusts the knee before charging in—THRUST KICK TO THE HEAD! Mehrunes got dropped right into a seated position as MYOJIN backed themselves into the corner and charged in with a RUNNING KNEE STRIKE! And it just laid out Mehrunes as he dropped to the mat like a ton of bricks! MYOJIN goes onto the attack and lands some GROUND AND POUND FOREARMS AND CLINCH KNEE STRIKES TO THE HEAD OF MEHRUNES! MYOJIN is just unloading everything onto Mehrunes right now and The Infinite One is unresponsive to everything that MYOJIN is hitting him with! The referee pulls MYOJIN off of Mehrunes and he’s calling for the bell! It’s over!

DING! DING! DING!

CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and gentlemen—in the seventh round, the referee in charge has declared that Mehrunes is unfit to compete, meaning that MYOJIN has scored a knockout… which means, here is your winner… THE SHINING STAR!... MYYYYOOOOJIIIIINNNNNNN!!!”

‘RAINBOWS’ by Alice Nine begins to play upon MYOJIN bringing themselves back onto their feet, staring down at the fallen Mehrunes Smith with a fierce look in their eyes. MYOJIN’s hand is raised up high as they soon roll out of the ring, holding onto their neck and heading to the back to get checked up on as we fade out.

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There’s a quick cut of the camera feed from the commercial break as we’re brought to find Hank Haggard Jr all alone—a difference from Hank being alongside his brothers and father—but he keeps his cool as he turns to the camera.

HANK HAGGARD JR.
“Ain’t much of a talker, y’all been knowin’ that.”

A deep breath is taken.

HANK HAGGARD JR.
“But there’s some things on my chest that I need to wipe off.”

And then another one.

HANK HAGGARD JR.
“Didn’t think I’d be standing here talkin’ to y’all about a damn championship match—let alone one for the big prize, the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship. And y’all must been thinkin’ that ol’ Hank’s got the nerves. He’s a little bit scared of the damned spotlight shinin’ down on him. Nuh uh, there ain’t no damned nerves or shit. No big time moment gonna put the fear of God into me. I be putting the fear into God for lettin’ me roam this fine piece of ground he created.”

Hank pauses for a second, letting the steam blow off before he continues.

HANK HAGGARD JR.
“When that city boy, Jason Long, gave me the reward for a shot at the big prize? I knew he was doing somethin’, he always got somethin’ on his mind and it’s always got other things involved with it. I was expectin’ some damn Tag Team Championships by now after we ran through everyone at the pay-per-view! Nah, ol boy gonna be slick and not reward the both of us. I see he tryna cause ‘friction’ or whatever that shit is, ain’t gonna work. Me and Jack ain’t gonna be damn jealous of one another. Now, for those two that gonna be fightin’ soon enough…”

Hank points directly into the lens of the camera as he vaguely mentions the Heavyweight Championship match in a few days time.

HANK HAGGARD JR.
“Ana and… Mee-oh-geen… I know y’all must be seeing me and think that I’m just the fool that says shit when Jack’s doing all the talking. Y’all must not even be worried about the match at Royal Crown when you’ve got whatever it is y’all have going on. I’m gonna be there in California and you best believe that we gonna have some words when it comes to the end of whoever wins, trust me on that. But be damn clear, I ain’t afraid of shit from y’all. That dominance y’all think you’ve got? Don’t put no fear in me, that’s for damn sure. You think that them names gonna be goin’ clear for y’all but lemme remind you that I beat them so called legends when it mattered, I beat them so called faces of this damned network when it mattered, and I beat the so called most over fuckers that there be. No name, moniker, or any shit like that gonna scare me.”

And then, he snapped.

HANK HAGGARD JR.
“YOU SHOULD BE SCARED OF THE NAME HAGGARD– BECAUSE WE THE MOST ROUGHEST MEN THAT’S STEPPED INTO THIS DAMN COMPANY. AND IT’S NOT JUST GON’ BE JACK THAT PROVES IT– IT’S GONNA BE ME TOO WHEN I DROP WHOEVER SURVIVES SOON.”

A deep breath once again, finally calming him down.

HANK HAGGARD JR.
“Come prepared for a fight or prepared for death, I got the body bags set for the two of you if it comes down to it.”

And with that, we fade once again back to ringside.

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CHLOE HARTWELL
“Those Haggard boys are definitely dangerous..”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Indeed that are, and speaking of the Haggards, this next match is going to be something else..”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“It sure is, let’s send it to the ring where Casey is standing by!.”

CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s time for the LONDON STREET FIGHT!!!.”



“Point of No Return” by Immortal Technique begins to play to the excitement of the crowd who are ready to see the XHF legend. Price steps through the curtain to a thunderous pop.

CASEY KINCAID
“Where anything goes! There will be no disqualifications. No Count outs! Introducing first, from Cleveland Ohio… He is the Messiah of Hardcore…PRIIIIIIICEEEEE!!!!!!”

Price is completely focused on the ring as he walks down the ramp. He rolls in under the bottom ropes and springs up. Looking around the arena and ringside before testing the ropes and pacing back and forth.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Ladies and gentlemen, it's hard to say that when we are through with this London trip, that either of these men, after the street fight, will be physically able to participate.”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Who do you have in this one, Dom?.”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I can’t call it. Street fights are so unpredictable. I mean, all usual odds are out the window as the environment can just as easily even things up. One thing I do know, these men both thrive in this setting, and it won’t be a No Contest like Adrenaline III was.”



"Call the Devil My Friend" by Frank Bang and the Secret Stash begins to play as Jack Haggard comes out with a skull-decorated dusk mask covering his face as well as a hangman's noose around his neck, looking angry but focused.

CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent, from Dulvey Parish, Louisiana, “HANGMAN” JACCCCK HAGGGGARRRDDD!!!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“The Dead End Express have really been on a tear lately, taking Infinite Pro Wrestling by storm. I think it’s safe to say though that Jack Haggard wants to prove he is as everybit hardcore as Pr-”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“LOOK OUT!”



MATCH FOUR — LONDON STREET FIGHT
JACK HAGGARD vs PRICE

DING! DING!

PRICE runs out to meet JACK HAGGARD on the ramp and the two begin TRADING BLOWS. PRICE begins to rain down some STIFF LEFTS and goes to SLAM Haggard into the guard rail. Haggard blocks it with an ELBOW TO THE GUT. Now it’s Haggard’s advantage as he begins a series of KNIFE EDGE CHOPS and right handed CLOSED FIST JABS as the two move up the ramp. Jack Haggard grabs PRICE’S neck to set him up for a DDTbut PRICE sends a few CRUSHING LEFT HOOKS into the ribcage of Haggard who loosens the headlock just enough for PRICE to slip out behind Jack. Jack turns around and PRICE catches him in a FRONT FACE LOCK AND JUMPS

PRICE CRASH!!!
(Leaping Left Armed Stunner)
BUT NO!!!!

Jack Haggard is able to SHOVE HIM OFF, PRICE turns throws an OVERHAND LEFT but Jack Haggard ducks under it and lifts PRICE into a TORTURE RACK and FLIPS PRICE!

DULVEY PARISH DRIVER!!!
(Burning Hammer)
BUT NO!!!

PRICE LANDS ON HIS FEET but Haggard quickly goes on the attack with a vicious FOREARM STRIKE to PRICE’S brow. AND AGAIN!!! Satisfied, Jack goes to walk back down the ramp but PRICE GRABS THE HANGMAN’S NOOSE that is still around Haggard’s neck and pulls him back up the ramp, CHOKING him in the process. PRICE drags him behind the curtain and into the Gorilla Position. The camera follows. PRICE SHOVES Haggard into the support beam and tries for a STANDING DROPKICK but Haggard drops just in time to evade the kick and PRICE gets tripped up by the beam and hits the ground with a thud. Jack Haggard pulls the noose from around his neck as he stumbles towards the wall leading to the arena. He is trying to catch his breath but doesn’t have the chance as PRICE is back to his feet and CHARGING!!!

PRICE TACKLES HAGGARD THROUGH THE STAGE SET WALL!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!

The ref checks on both men as the crowd is in a frenzy. PRICE slowly gets up and jumps down off of the stage and looks under the ramp. When PRICE comes back up, he is holding a two by four wrapped in barbed wire! Jack Haggard is stirring. PRICE raises the board above his head but gives it some thought and lowers it. The crowd has a let down moment but quickly begins buzzing as PRICE walks behind the debris of the stage wall and comes back out with a can of lighter fluid. He lays the two-by-four down and squirts the fluid all over the barbed wire end. PRICE pulls a Zippo lighter out of his pocket and the crowd pops as he flicks the lighter and holds it to the end of the two-by-four, igniting it. Jack Haggard has made it back to a knee as PRICE walks over, a smile on his face and RAISES THE FLAMING BARBED WIRE TWO-BY-FOUR ABOVE HIS HEAD AND SWINGS DOWN but Haggard PUNCHES PRICE in the middle of the gut and the board goes flying! It crashes down next to the guardrail, the flames almost hitting a fan. Haggard quickly walks over and picks it up as PRICE doubles over having the wind knocked out. Haggard walks up just as PRICE stands and HITS PRICE IN THE HEAD WITH THE FLAMING BARBED WIRE TWO-BY-FOUR! The crowd explodes again.

HOLY SHIT!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!

PRICE is bleeding as he gets back to his feet, stumbling into the arms of Jack Haggard. Jack shoves him back and THROWS A PUNCH! The two begging fighting towards the crowd. PRICE throws an ELBOW and Jack KNEES PRICE in the side. PRICE SLAMS Haggard into the guardrail. The two men begin fighting up the stairs. Halfway up the stairway, PRICE KICKS Haggard in the gut and sets him up for a DDT. Haggard quickly reacts and LOW BLOWS PRICE who doubles over again. Haggard puts PRICE’S head between his legs and lifts him up!

PILEDRIVER!!!

The Piledriver is right on the stairs but the momentum of the drop sends both men tumbling down the stairs to the crowds' shock and delight. Both men come to a rest at the bottom of the stairs and fortunately they are both still moving, even if it’s slow and what you’d expect from a car crash. PRICE crawls towards the guardrail by ringside and slowly begins to pull himself up. How he is able to even walk is beyond everyone in attendance. Haggard pulls himself up by the rail on the stairs. He sees PRICE standing and CHARGES but PRICE DUCKS AND SENDS HAGGARD SPILLING OVER THE GUARDRAIL AND BACK TO RINGSIDE As PRICE follows over the guardrail, Haggard makes it into the ring. PRICE slides in and THROWS HAGGARD BACK OUT OF THE RING but Haggard holds onto the ropes and quickly gets back in. Haggard TACKLES PRICE and the two of the ROLL AROUND THROWING BLOWS. Jack gets back up and WHIPS a bloodied PRICE into the corner and runs in for a CORNER EUROPEAN UPPERCUT but PRICE is able to dive out of the way and rolls out of the ring as Haggard nails the corner. He drops to the canvas holding his arm as PRICE bends under the ring and pulls out a trash can. PRICE slides in and just as Haggard gets up, PRICE COMPLETELY FOLDS THE TRASHCAN OVER JACK HAGGARD’S HEAD! Jack hits the ground and PRICE falls on him and hooks his leg!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE- KICKOUT!!!

Without losing a beat, PRICE stands and grabs the trashcan again. Haggard is back on his feet and he too is bleeding. PRICE raises it up once again but Haggard rolls through to avoid being hit again as PRICE brings the trash can down. Haggard springs up and rebounds off the ropes, and while PRICE is still bent over, Haggard blasts him with a MAFIA KICK. Haggard pulls PRICE back up and walks him over to the corner. Haggard SHOVES PRICE inot the corner and then DRIVES HIS SHOULDER into PRICE’S gut over and over, and PRICE falls to the canvas. Jack Haggard backs up as PRICE makes it back to all fours. Jack runs in.

.50 CALIBER!!!
(Running Punt Kick)

Jack goes for the pinfall!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

NO!!! PRICE JUST GOT A SHOULDER UP BEFORE THE THREE COUNT!!!

Jack Haggard is beside himself and berates the ref for what he thought was a three count. Price slides outside but Haggard sees him and is after him. Haggard SLAMS PRICE into the ring apron. PRICE stumbles forward into Haggard's arms and he instantly WHIPS him in toe apron again. Then he grabs his arm and WHIPS PRICE INTO THE RING STEPS with a loud thud. Haggard stalks and talks crap to PRICE before finally picking him up and rolling him back into the ring. Haggard makes the cover.

ONE!!!

TW-KICKOUT!!!

PRICE is slow to get up despite the quick kickout and Haggard continues his attack and stalking. He begins dissection PRICE with KICKS, STOMPS, AND FOREARMS. Haggard punches but is blocked. The two bloodied foes begin TRADING BLOWS ONCE AGAIN!!

THIS IS AWESOME!!!
Clap…Clap…Clap clap clap.
THIS IS AWESOME!!!
Clap…Clap…Clap clap clap.

PRICE swings wildly at Jack but misses and Haggard takes him down to the mat and locks in a STRETCH PLUM! Price is wearing down quickly but begins showing life. He is moving little by little towards the ropes and now Haggard is having to exert a lot of energy to maintain the hold. Haggard lets go and runs to the ropes, rebounds and dives at PRICE!

SLIDING LARIAT!!!

Haggard pulls himself back up on the ropes as PRICE is crawling into the corner. Haggard walks over and shoves a boot right into PRICE’S throat, CHOKING him and using the corner for leverag. The ref pleads for Haggard to ease off. Haggard shoves the ref off of him but releases the choke and backs up before immediately running full speed ahead with a thunderous KNEE to PRICE’S head. Jack pulls PRICE away from the corner and pins him.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE-KICKOUT!!!

Jack readjusts and hooks PRICE’S leg to put it away.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE-KICKOUT!!!

Frustrated, Haggard gets up and chases the Ref who exits the ring as quickly as possible. Haggard exits the ring and grabs a steel chair. He slides back in, slamming it on the mat playing to the crowd. PRICE is stirring. Haggard goes to hit PRICE but PRICE quickly LOW BLOWS who drops the chair. PRICE picks up the chair holding it between Haggard’s legs and lifts up as hard as he can, LOW BLOWING JACK HAGGARD WITH THE CHAIR!!! PRICE drops the chair, grabs Haggard's neck and DDTS HAGGARD ON THE CHAIR!!! PRICE covers!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE-NO!!! KICKOUT!!!!

Both men are absolutely spent. Haggard is actually the first one up but PRICE is right on his heels. PRICE begins PUNCHING him and then tries to whip him into the ropes but Haggard reverses it. PRICE ducks under a CLOTHESLINE attempt and KICKS HAGGARD IN THE GUT He goes for another PRICE CLASH but again Haggard shoves him off. Haggard charges in but PRICE KICKS HIM. Now PRICE runs the ropes, rebounds and jumps up over Haggard, going for a sunset flip but Haggard catches him with a huge ALABAMA SLAM!

PRICE is crawling to the ropes and out of the ring. Haggard exits as well. PRICE is searching under the ring but Haggard STOMPS on him. Haggard begins ripping the table tops off of all three announce tables and removing monitors. PRICE is back to his feet, leaning against the outside turnbuckle. Haggard sees this and picks up a chair. Haggard SWINGS THE CHAIR but PRICE moves and Haggard hits the turnbuckle which in turn ricochets the chair back into his face. He angrily throws the chair down. But PRICE runs in and TACKLES Haggard over the announce tables. They start brawling. Haggard is able to regain control by SLAMMING PRICE’S head into the announce table. Then the next! THEN THE THIRD! Haggard is climbing over chairs while HAMMERING away on PRICE’S bloody head. Price is laying on the third announce table, completely out of it. Haggard walks back to the first announce table and climbs up on it. The crowd begin cheering loudly as Haggard runs across the first table, THEN THE SECOND, then LEAPS FROM THE SECOND TABLE!!!

RUNNING SENTON!!!
THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!

Both men are out. Multiple refs run in and are checking on PRICE. Haggard gets back to his feet and immediately runs off a couple of the refs. He grabs PRICE’S arm and drags him towards the ring. Haggard stops to scream at the refs who are still trying to check on PRICE. PRICE makes it back to his feet and slides into the ring. Jack Haggard looks completely deranged as he climbs back to the apron and then up top. Haggard LEAPS but Price moves out of the way and Haggard comes down hard, head first into the canvas.

PRICE again crawls out of the ring and lifts the ring skirt. He pulls out several kendo sticks taped together. He slides in with them and slowly gets up. Haggard gets up. PRICE tries to hit him but Haggard NAILS PRICE WITH A BODY SHOT. Jack gets behind PRICE and locks in a FULL NELSON!!! He attempts the facebuster that typically accompanies it but PRICE is able to get out of the hold and send Haggard into the ropes. In one swift motion he picks up the kendo sticks and on the rebound, CRACKS Haggard in the head. Blood goes flying as Haggard stumbles back into the ropes. He comes forward towards PRICE again who loads up and does his best Jim Thome impersonation and SWINGS THE KENDO STICKS RIGHT INTO HAGGARD'S MIDSECTION! PRICE drops the sticks and grabs Haggard’s neck…

PRICE CRASH!!!
(Leaping Left Arm Stunner)

He covers!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CASEY KINCAID
“The winner of ths match, by pinfall… PRRRIIIICCEEE!!!!!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“He’s done it! Price has proven to everyone why he is the Mesiah of Hardcore tonight! ”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What an all out war that was between the two extreme specialists. As we said, I don’t know if either man will be the same after this one. I don’t even know if WE’LL be the same after this one. We need a break after that one, but don’t go anywhere because our main event is next!”

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We cut to a scene outside of the arena. Smoke fills the air. Are we in a factory? Are we near a fire? No. We cut down close to the ground and we can see the source of the smoke, thousands of red hot coals across the floor. We cut away from the smoke and the coals and look for signs of life. Away from the smoke and coals we see Zoran Sainovic sitting comfortably in a chair away from the heat. He’s relaxed amongst the chaos in front of him. From off camera we hear.

EL REY
What is the point of this? Usually you at least disguise your torture, but this doesn’t feel like it’s going to help me in any way.

The camera widens it’s view from just Zoran and see that at the edge of the hot coals stands El Rey. Zoran looks at him and sighs.

ZORAN SAINOVIC
It is simple. You said you have zee superior speed, zis will help you hone zat.

El Rey stands at the edge of the coals staring down at them. Sweat is dripping from every pore and he looks back to his manager.

EL REY
There has to be another way. This just seems way to dangerous.

ZORAN SANOVIC
Of course zere is.

EL REY
So why aren’t we doing that?

ZORAN SAINOVIC
Because where would zee fun be in zat?

El Rey sighs and suddenly smirks.

EL REY
You think if you did this you would’ve beat Steve?

Zoran glares at his young client.

ZORAN SAINOVIC
You are stalling young one, but you could say zat zere were a dozen factors leading to my crown loss... it was an exhausting month of grueling defences... but if I zink of ze main contributing factor eating away at my time? It was managing you. So I will double my interest in you Rey... you owe me a crown, and I aim to collect!

EL REY
Wait, huh? You blame me? I wasn’t even there!

ZORAN SAINOVIC
Maybe zat is zee problem.

EL REY
Fine I’ll run the coals, but I’m not even in X*Crown contention. I’m not even booked at Nigh of Champions. I don’t have a dead world title to cash in. I don’t even have beef with Steve to try and force a match. I need to focus on realistic goals. I need to focus on Infinite. Didn’t you see my segment on Adrenaline last show?

ZORAN SAINOVIC
Yes Rey.... you stood up to Long, and look at you... lower midcard! You're moving up in ze world! Why zat tells me zat our next step........ is to ruin ze openweight title fight at Night of Champions. After all, in 2022, WE are ze champions - how dare zey leave us off.

EL REY
Yeah I don’t know about that. I want the title and to be in the picture, don’t get me wrong, but I really don’t want to make Long mad and go back down to the bottom of the card.

ZORAN SAINOVIC
You’re already at zee bottom, you can’t fall much further. It’s time to seize your goals, but first, zee coals.

Zoran waves his hand and El Rey sighs. He thought he had tricked his manager and made him forget about it, but clearly it didn’t work. He takes a deep breath and run across the coals. We fade as the sound of El Rey’s gulps fill the airwaves.

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GOOD TIMES GONE!
AND YOU MISSED EM!
WHAT'S GONE WRONG
IN YOUR SYSTEM?!

Out comes Touchdown, Hawaiian shirt over his gear and lackadaisical expression on his face. He brings a cigarette up to his lips as he makes his way to the ring, blowing smoke in the faces of front row who boo and jeer incessantly. Throwing garbage in his direction which he takes with a smile.

CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing the challenger, The IPW Moment of the Night, ALASTORRR TOUCHDOWWWWWWN!!”

Touchdown stands on the apron and flicks his cigarette at the ring announcer, wordlessly telling him to fuck off. Touchdown enters the ring to another chorus of boos.

WHEN YA GOT SO MUCH TO SAY, IT'S CALLED GRATITUDE
AND THAT'S RIGHT!

Marching towards the hard camera, Touchdown flips off the screen before pointing down at his crotch with a smirk.

"ANYTHING GOES!"

"My Name is Human" by Highly Suspect begins to play inside the arena as the lights dim and a single spotlight illuminates the stage. Out from the curtain steps Cross Recoba, a titanium cane with a golden lion's head handle in one hand, touching the crucifix necklace for luck with the other. The HCW Diamond title is draped over his shoulder. The crowd responds with a cavalcade of boos and jeers. Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, flicking his head back confidently as he smiles cockily towards the audience. He holds up the cane that has caused so much trouble in the past to an even more venomous response from the fans, and begins down the ramp still holding it aloft.

CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent, he is the IPW Openweight Champion, CRRRRRROSSSS RECOBAAAAAAAA!!!”

Recoba reaches ringside and holds the lions head handle of the cane up to his lips and kisses it for luck. He sets the cane to rest against the ring steps and then climbs them up onto the apron and, with a wipe of his feet, slips between the ropes. He pops up with both hands out at his side, walking forward as if putting his glory on display, and delivers an over-exaggerated bow that causes the fans to heckle and boo even louder. Cross stands to his full height and smirks, stepping over to the far corner to await the beginning of the match.



MATCH FIVE — MAIN EVENT
INFINITE PRO NATIONAL OPENWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN vs CROSS RECOBA ©️

The bell rings and the noise almost hits a fever pitch from the crowd. CROSS RECOBA stands opposite ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN, both men staring through each other. TOUCHDOWN begins to move towards CROSS, a look of disgust on his face. The two begin to get right into each other's faces, TOUCHDOWN looking up to CROSS ever so slightly. Both men begin to shoot off at the mouth when RECOBA tries to go for a cheap shot, but before he can ALASTOR rears back and..

SPITS IN THE FACE OF CROSS RECOBA!

The IPW National Openweight champion staggers away wiping the saliva and phlegm from his face, but as he does so, ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN pushes him into the ropes, and rolls backwards, rolling through, going for a ROLL UP!

The referee slides in…

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT-!

The CHAMPION rolls out of the pinfall attempt, immediately rising to his feet to meet TOUCHDOWN and the two begin unloading on each other with a flurry of punches. The crowd roar with delight as the two men begin to just fire unprotected shot after unprotected shot at each other. Just as it looks like they’re going to brawl to a finish, at the same time both men seem to get the same idea…

POKE TO THE EYE~!

POKE TO THE EYE~!

As both men stagger backwards from the dual eye pokes, it takes a moment or two for them to recover. CROSS goes to grab ALASTOR, but he’s unable to as TOUCHDOWN slips under his wild reach and sends him across the ring with an ARMDRAG!!!

CROSS is right back up, and right into another…

ARMDRAG!

TOUCHDOWN is not giving RECOBA a chance to recover at all, as soon as he’s back up, ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN sends him flying across the ring again, with ANOTHER ARMDRAG! This time causing CROSS RECOBA to slump in the turnbuckle as the momentum dies off and he reaches a halt. ALASTOR however, has now gone to the opposite side of the ring, he begins to storm across the ring, but at the last second CROSS springs to life, and looks to pop-up TOUCHDOWN but TOUCHDOWN clears the head of CROSS RECOBA and lands on the top rope! He turns, balanced precariously he leaps off the top rope, just as RECOBA turns…

IPW MOMENT OF THE NIGHT!!!!

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN connects with the neck of CROSS RECOBA taking him down hard with the corkscrew leg drop. ALASTOR smartly, goes for the cover…

ONE!

TWO-!!

TH-

KICKOUT BY CROSS!

TOUCHDOWN tries to press his advantage but the early pinfall attempt seems to have lit a fire in CROSS who scrambles back to his feet fighting off ALASTOR. This time as TOUCHDOWN goes for a wild swing, CROSS ducks under, but hooks the arm slipping behind ALASTOR and hitting a devastating HALF NELSON SUPLEX! The momentum almost makes ALASTOR crumple up in a heap, but RECOBA is on him in an instant, dragging him back to his feet by his hair.

SLAP!!!!

The sound of the slap from TOUCHDOWN to RECOBA echoes through the arena, and it causes CROSS to stagger a foot or two, before he reaches back and SPITS in the face of ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN!

With ALASTOR blinded momentarily, CROSS moves in to do some damage, and he hooks TOUCHDOWN before lifting him up THE SKIM!!!! The jaw of ALASTOR connects with the shoulder of RECOBA and he hits the sack like a falling tree, immediately RECOBA goes to cover..

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!!!

TOUCHDOWN KICKS OUT!

RECOBA can’t believe it as he begins to scream in the referee’s face that it was a three count. The referee makes it clear that it was definitely a two, before CROSS turns his attention back to TOUCHDOWN who seems quite groggy at the moment. He drags him to the ropes, and steps through, setting up ALASTOR before simply dropping to the apron.

STATEN ISLAND DROP!!!

ALASTOR flops to the outside, as CROSS RECOBA sits on the apron and soaks up the boo’s from the crowd. He casually steps back into the ring, and watches as TOUCHDOWN tries to pull himself up with the help of the guard rail. With a smirk on his face, CROSS bolts to the opposite ropes just as TOUCHDOWN is getting to his feet, RECOBA sprints back.

He leaps over the top rope…

A MILLION LIRA DROPKICK!!!!!!!

CROSS RECOBA leaps right over the top rope and makes a picture-perfect connection with the face of ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN. Now both men are down on the outside, but CROSS is back to his feet relatively quickly. He grabs TOUCHDOWN and rolls him into the ring, slowly stalking him as he slides back in. He taunts TOUCHDOWN who is right in the center of the ring, groggily getting back to his feet. CROSS bides his time before he jumps to it and hits the ropes for a TURNAROUND SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK but at the last moment, ALASTOR ducks!

CROSS RECOBA instead connects with the referee!

As the ref hits the deck out cold, TOUCHDOWN seems to regain his senses, he spins CROSS around, and sends a swift KICK TO THE PRIVATES! The crowd all, “ooh” together, before in the blink of an eye ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN lines up RECOBA.

TOUCHDOWN TO BOOGIE STREET!!!!

Just as it looks like the match is won, TOUCHDOWN slowly but with a purpose moves to go for the cover, but the referee is still down! The crowd begins counting, but ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN immediately stops the cover as soon as the crowd get involved. He moves away from RECOBA and starts trying to wake up the referee, in between moments of shouting at the crowd to “shut up” at this point TOUCHDOWN is manhandling the lifeless corpse of a referee, who is still out cold. In the background of the shot we can see CROSS RECOBA coming back to life, slowly, slowly, regaining his senses, when suddenly the crowd pops loudly.

SPIKE KANE appears through the crowd, sliding into the ring and standing behind ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN, who now has CROSS RECOBA next to him slowly getting to his feet, using the ropes. TOUCHDOWN turns around and KANE reacts…

BLOODY SUNDAY–!!!!!!!

WAIT–

TOUCHDOWN ducks!!

SPIKE KANE instead hits CROSS RECOBA with the BLOODY SUNDAY!!!

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN scrambles away, having ducked underneath SPIKE’s kick! He bolts to the other side of the ring, and this time, as SPIKE KANE turns around to chase him…

CRACK!!!!!

EL REY SLAMS A STEEL CHAIR INTO THE FACE OF SPIKE KANE!!!

EL REY begins to fire shot after shot to the back and head of SPIKE who rolls out of the ring to get away. EL REY follows him, and the two begin to brawl into the crowd, leaving a very surprised looking ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN in the ring, and an almost out cold CROSS RECOBA. With the referee finally showing sings of life, with his eyes and mouth open wide - ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN heads to the top rope, the tension in the air is buzzing as he takes a deep breath and leaps.

TOUCHDOWN!!!!!

As he soars through the air, ALASTOR gets a huge amount of air, before living up to his namesake, nails the touchdown perfectly.

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN holds on for the cover as the referee slowly moves over…

ONE!

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TWO!

…

…

THREE!!!!

The referee calls for the bell as “Gratitude” by the Beastie Boys blasts out of the PA system.

CASEY KINCAID
Here is your winner…..AAAAAAAND NEW! I!P!W! OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION! ….Alastorrrrrrr Touchdowwwwwwwwwwwn!!!!

Inside the ring the referee goes to hand ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN the IPW Openweight Championship, but he snatches it off him and raises it into the air, celebrating as “Gratitude” continues to play.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Wow, what a night we have seen here in London! For the second Adrenaline in a row we end the night on a victorious Alastor Touchdown, who is the new National Openweight Champion! What lies in store for our new champion, and what will come of the actions of Spike Kane, and El Rey!?

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“We’ll see you next time folks, El Rey will take on Spike Kane, and both of IPW's representatives appearing at Night of Champions will be in action, don't miss it!”

The show feed comes to an end on the IPW logo in the corner of the screen as Alastor Touchdown holds the Openweight Championship above his head, blowing a kiss to the hard camera.

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